The Big Book of Poems

Brown Hair

Yeah , well , I guess someone has to write like a badass ...

I look over there

At that girl

With brown hair

Red lips

Red face

Running

Running

Running away from her problems

In her pink kitten heels

Sprinting away from situations

And skipping her meals

She's not very athletic

But she tries her best

Keeps her head down in maths

Sometimes on the desk

She sits up sometimes

Eyebrows smudged

Dazed look

She sits up sometimes

And peers at her book

Algebraic equations

Order of the day

Though in what she learns

She doesn't quite get a say

She learns to run fast

Hide her face

Cut deep

In precarious place

Don't eat anymore

You're finished with that

C'mon , let's not add

To the layers of fat

I look over there

At that girl

With brown hair

I look closer

Lean closer

My breath steams up the mirror

I look into the eyes of a hardened sinner